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ILAilO'S tfRU ITIVL , ...
(i^dwaru 1. Rhodenbaugh)
Chapter ill
In o.ir high camp the dawn came e-rly and before j> o'clock the Chief
. Alfc Art were off thru the dewy grass after the stock.Blue smofce
curled up from out camp st%. /e as we busied ouroelves with breakfast.
one-one suggested that we open our box of eggs neatly packed in sawdust. The first two or three seemed addled and were promptly discarded
whereupon the writer called a halt .The eggs pushed the odor test and
a batch was promptly scrambled for scrambled eggs tell no tales.lacking or. a mule the i-revoius day had caused the trouble.
By 7*1; v,c swung stiffly ,even gingerly .into ourrsadules and
trailed, off northefftward around the granite ledges that thrust out
from the sides of -.usquito .tfeak.Two raile3 out we turned north and
down the South Fork Of Chamberlain Creek. Though earl;' the morninfc
had been warm and now the cool shade felt grateful.] lovers and
vere abundant.Shortly after 10 o'clock we crossed the ereejt at our
left and took a branch trail up Kim Greek* Fallon trees and steep
grades were our lot for the next two hours until we gained the crest
of the northward trending ridge.Le r frequently bounded away among
the trees and grouse posed for the camera.About noon the full sweep
of Chamberlain Basin lay beneath us to the eastward.The blue water s
of ^Sheepeater Lake and Flossie Lake lay like basins sunk in a green
carpet.Iish LJake in Its deeper basin could not be seen*The way to it
lajL. by trail was down into a steep,rocky cirq/ae. How some of us
dreaded that descent into Avernus. An hour later wc were at the lake
to find Art and his pack string all unloaded.„Ie had be4t us by following the shorter main trail, Staoatto shouts from the lake revealed
first Lavis and then Jones flipping out t6n inch trout at a Ridiculous
rate.By the time the stove was up fish were being delivered at our
door.It was a real fish dinner with plenty for all. There were no Old
Colds to top off with but the Chief produced something better*

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ILAilO'S tfRU ITIVL , ...
(i^dwaru 1. Rhodenbaugh)
Chapter ill
In o.ir high camp the dawn came e-rly and before j> o'clock the Chief
. Alfc Art were off thru the dewy grass after the stock.Blue smofce
curled up from out camp st%. /e as we busied ouroelves with breakfast.
one-one suggested that we open our box of eggs neatly packed in sawdust. The first two or three seemed addled and were promptly discarded
whereupon the writer called a halt .The eggs pushed the odor test and
a batch was promptly scrambled for scrambled eggs tell no tales.lacking or. a mule the i-revoius day had caused the trouble.
By 7*1; v,c swung stiffly ,even gingerly .into ourrsadules and
trailed, off northefftward around the granite ledges that thrust out
from the sides of -.usquito .tfeak.Two raile3 out we turned north and
down the South Fork Of Chamberlain Creek. Though earl;' the morninfc
had been warm and now the cool shade felt grateful.] lovers and
vere abundant.Shortly after 10 o'clock we crossed the ereejt at our
left and took a branch trail up Kim Greek* Fallon trees and steep
grades were our lot for the next two hours until we gained the crest
of the northward trending ridge.Le r frequently bounded away among
the trees and grouse posed for the camera.About noon the full sweep
of Chamberlain Basin lay beneath us to the eastward.The blue water s
of ^Sheepeater Lake and Flossie Lake lay like basins sunk in a green
carpet.Iish LJake in Its deeper basin could not be seen*The way to it
lajL. by trail was down into a steep,rocky cirq/ae. How some of us
dreaded that descent into Avernus. An hour later wc were at the lake
to find Art and his pack string all unloaded.„Ie had be4t us by following the shorter main trail, Staoatto shouts from the lake revealed
first Lavis and then Jones flipping out t6n inch trout at a Ridiculous
rate.By the time the stove was up fish were being delivered at our
door.It was a real fish dinner with plenty for all. There were no Old
Colds to top off with but the Chief produced something better*